Ask The Equestrians
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Last published Sat, May 26, 2018
Okay so the title of this story kinda just tells what the story is about, it's for any questions you have. It can include general horse questions, questions about a specific breed or discipline, a question with an opinion for an answer, a question that is more about preferences, a what would you do in this situation, a question about us and our experiences, a personal horse question, etc.
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